As a very small child, whenever I would get discouraged, I would plop myself down on the floor like a doll made of rags and let out a hopeless wail. “I Can’t…..” would be my pitiful cry. “I don’t know how, it’s too hard, I’m too tired.” My mother would turn on a dime, narrow her dark Italian eyes,… Read More

Epigram MY soul, sit thou a patient looker-on; Judge not the play before the play is done: Her plot hath many changes; every day Speaks a new day; the last act crowns the play. Frances Quarles From the first moment that I met Margaret, I was blown away. It was my first day of watercolor class in college and I… Read More

This week, something a little different to inspire you with. A poem, one of my favorites, and one that fits in well with the Journey we are taking to the Center of our Heart. The Journey we are taking together is largely one of personal integrity, of promises kept to ourselves and others, and of being able to hold our… Read More